Ak jā,lirika arī plosoša laikam, bet skaista.
Mūzika, balss.
Atspiedusies pret radiatoriem, satinusies segā dziedu pilnā balsī un smejos par sevi.
"i stood on mountaintops
that overlooked the world
i can't find anything
except a void inside
i went to places where
i could forget your name
i can't find anything
except a void inside
i don't have anything
because i don't have you
i don't have anything
what can i buy to make the sky turn blue again?
where can i go to feel like i'm alive again?
show me the places
where i can forget your name
i can't find anything
except a void inside"
